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THE 

CENTENNIAL    FROG, 

AND 

OTHER    STORIES. 


THE 


CENTENNIAL  FROG, 


AND  OTHER  STORIES. 


PHILADELPHIA: 

CLAXTON,  REMSEN  &  HAFFELFINGER, 

624,  626  &  628  MARKET  STREET. 
1877. 


Entered,  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1876,  by 

CLAXTON,  REMSEN   &  HAFFELFINGER, 
in  the  Office  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress  at  Washington. 


Selheimcr  &  Moore,  Printers, 
501  Chestnut  Street. 


YOUNG   "BIRD    DEFENDERS. 


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CONTENTS  g 


PAGE 

THE  CENTENNIAL  FROG        .....       9 


MR.  AND  MRS.  WOODPECKER        .         .         .         .27 

MARGIE'S  FLOWERS -37 

COUSINS -39 

A  SECRET 42 

OUR  "  BADY  GREY."    .         .         .         .         .         -43 
GONE 44 


THE  CENTENNIAL  FROG. 


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ON  the  great  "  Centennial 
Fourth," 
By  unanimous  Frogmarsh 

vote, 
Young     Lieutenant     Crocio 

Frog 

Was  selected  to  devote 
His  great  talents  in  a  cause 
Dear  to  every  Frogmarsh 

breast. 

'Twas  in  vain  that  the  Lieu- 
tenant 

Did    quite    modestly   pro- 
test.   , 

Best    buff   jerkin    then    he 

donned, 

Tuned  his  croak  to  pleas- 
ant pitch  ; 

9 


10 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 


From  what  rostrum  then  debated 
Should  he  best  a  throng  bewitch. 

Whilst  on  this  he  meditated, 
Under  the  lee  of  a  big  stone, 


His  old  mother,  hoarse  and  shaky, 

Begged  not  to  be  left  alone. 
"Dear  old  Granny,"  thus  he  soothed  her, 

"  In  a  trice  I  will  return ; 
But  this  day  I  must  deliver 

Thoughts  which    in  my  bosom  burn." 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG.  II 

Gravely  then  Lieutenant  Frog 

Leaped  across  their  shining  brook, 
Through  lush  meadows  to  a  garden, 

Where  he  stopped  to  take  a  look. 
Many  children  here  were  gathered  — 

Frances,  Mary,  Elsie,  Grey, 
Agnes,  Anna,  Arthur,  Marie, 

Herbert,  orator  of  the  day. 
Remnants  of  a  feast  were  scattered, 

Largess  to  the  garden-plot; 
Our  Lieutenant  thought  the  sunshine 

Never  brightened  sweeter  spot. 

Smile  and  dimple  circled  freely, 

When  the  orator  arose ; 
One  small  fleck  of  golden  sunlight 

Danced  upon  his  classic  (?)  nose. 
"Friends!  Companions!  I  this — hem  —  day! 

This  —  hem  —  great  —  hem  —  Centennial  day ! 
Hem  —  a  frog  is  in  my  throat, 

And  impedes  what  I  would  say." 

Lieutenant  Frog,  warmed  and  excited, — 
Hard  of  hearing  in  one  ear, — 


12  THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

Here  leaped  up  on  Herbert's  shoulder, 
That  the  better  he  might  hear. 

Peal  on  peal  of  wildest  laughter, 

Sudden  somersaults  and  cries ; 
Clapping,  stamping,  loud  huzzas, 

Followed  by  exhausted  sighs, 
Greeted  this  sure  confirmation 

Of  the  presence  of  a  Frog ; 
Whilst  Lieutenant  stared  around  him, 

Solemn  as  a  pedagogue, 
Grateful  for  his  warm  reception, 

Pleased  with  such  loud,  long  applause, 
Waited  with  polite  attention 

For  the  orator's  next  clause. 

When  the  clamor  had  subsided, 

Grey  then  civilly  suggested 
That  the  far-famed  eloquence 

Of  Lieutenant  Frog  be  tested. 
Motion  warmly  seconded 

By  the  whole  assembled  throng, 
With  amendment  that  the  speech 

Be  forerunner  of  a  song. 


'  Grey  then  civilly  suggested 
That  the  far-famed  eloquence 
Of  Lieutenant  Frog  be  tested." 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG.  13 

Lieutenant  Frog,  quite  charmed  and  flattered 

By  such  ready  recognition 
Of  the  rare  and  varied  talent 

Found  in  Frog  of  his  position, 
Graciously  did  signify, 

By  a  most  melodious  croak, 
He  was  willing  to  accede, 

And  the  following  words  he  spoke : 

"  My  Frog  heart  leaps  high  within  me ! 

Warmed  with  hopes  of  pleasing  shape! 
Not  mere  fancies  made  of  moonshine, 

But  material  form  they  take. 
Yesternight,  sweet  trembling  rumors 

Floated  in  among  the  rushes, 
Reeds,  and  lilies  of  our  brook. 

In  the  soft,  warm  evening  hushes 
We  forgot  our  even-croak, 

Listening  to  the  murmured  story 
Of  a  youthful,  humane  band 

Covering  themselves  with  glory! 
Swelling  list  of  '  Bird  Defenders  ! ' 

Honored  champions !   to-day, 


14  THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

The  sweetest  tribute  to  your  praise 
Is  from  sweet  Birds  in  roundelay !  " 

Lieutenant  Frog's  rich  frogly  voice 

Husky  grew  with  his  great  theme ; 
North-west  corner  of  his  eye 

With  a  tear  did  brightly  beam. 
Then  he  grew  quite  bland,  and  smiled 

Down  upon  the  little  throng; 
And  resumed  from  Herbert's  shoulder, 

In  a  voice  now  weak,  now  strong  — 
(For  Lieutenant,  quite  unused 

To  this  style  of  declamation, 
Did  experience,  through  his  frame, 

Quite  a  new  and  queer  sensation,) 
"  As  the  changing  seasons  roll 

O'er  this  brave  and  prosperous  Land, 
Will  there  rise  another  army 

Who  for  Frogs  will  take  a  stand  ?  "  ! ! 

(Here  Lieutenant  rolled  his  orbs 
In  a  fierce  and  martial  style; 

And  I  fear  his  primrose  jerkin 
Was  strained  sorely  for  awhile.) 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 


Quite  unanimous  the  cheering, 

When  Lieutenant's  speech  did  close  ; 
And  he  felt  so  very  weary 

That  he  was  inclined  to  dose. 
But  the  civil  Arthur  hinted, 

By  a  sudden  clever  jerk, 
That,  "  as  Crocio  a  song  had  promised, 

'Twas  no  time  for  him  to  shirk." 

Lieutenant  Frog,  with  weary  smile, 

Half  felt  what  Arthur  did, 
And  quite  the  half  of  what  he  heard 

From  his  fine  memory  slid. 
The  warmth  of  that  sweet  afternoon 

Lulled  him  to  calm  repose  ; 
He  slept  the  sleep  of  all  the  just, 

One  inch  from  Herbert's  nose. 

"  Now  this  will  never  do,"  Grey  cried  ; 

"  The  '  Fourth  '  begins  to  wane, 
And  in  those  clouds  there  surely  are 

Huge  bucketfuls  of  rain." 
Thus  urged  by  unforeseen  events 
Their  song  then  to  demand, 


l6  THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

They  tickled  the  Lieutenant's  legs 
Until  he  scarce  could  stand. 

I  fear  Lieutenant's  nap  was  sham  — 

Was  merely  a  disguise  — 
To  fathom  really  how  far  boys 

A  Frog  did  idolize ! 
Quite  satisfied  with  this  attempt, 

Lieutenant  rubbed  his  knee, 
Pretending,  to  these  tormentors, 

He  thought  it  was  a  flea. 
With  courteous  smile  and  merry  wink, 

He  then  said  he  was  ready ;  • 
And  Herbert  braced  himself  the  while 

To  hold  Lieutenant  steady. 


CROCIO  FROG'S  SONG. 


\— N — I— ~ 


,-|— I N H 1 -I-  — ^1 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

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Calmly  by  the  brookside, 

Glad  to  be  alone, 
Professor  Frog  was  sitting, 

Trying  his  bass  tone. 


Boy,  with  red  lips  parted 
By  mischievous  smile,    • 

Flings  a  clod  at  Professor, 
Stops  his  notes  awhile. 


l8  THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

Smothered  little  snicker, 
I  much  grieve  to  say, 

Came  from  every  child 
On  that  July  day. 

Professor  reappearing 
In  among  the  reeds, 

Wishes  boys  were  up  to 
Fewer  of  such  deeds. 

Boy  again  now  spies  him, 
And  another  aim 

Causes  poor  Professor 
To  feel  rather  lame. 

Grey  and  Herbert  groan 
In  loud  concert  dread ; 

Wildly  call  for  ashes 
To  put  upon  their  heads. 

Arthur,  too,  succumbs, 
Slips  down  in  a  mass; 

Stops  up  both  his  ears 

With  green  wads  of  grass. 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG.  19 

1  Losing  time  for.  practice, 

Sore  along  my  thigh, 
On  some  other  Leader 

Frogs  must  to-night  rely." 

Nearly  broken-hearted 

At  this  state  of  things, 
Professor  warmly  wishes 

He  could  borrow  wings. 

Herbert  straightway  fashions, 

From  a  pumpkin  leaf, 
A  startling  brace  of  wings 

To  give  such  grief  relief. 

Birds  are  not  molested, 

Professor  here  bethinks ; 
Happy  Jays  and  Robins ! 

Happy  Bobolinks  ! 

Drowsy  grows  Professor, 

Drops  off  in  a  nap ; 
A  good  Fairy  fits  him 

To  a  dreaming-cap. 


2O  THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

Dreams  he  's  under  rushes, 
Croaking  strange  content 

Leaping  by  the  brookside 
Without  chastisement. 

Basking  in  sweet  sunshine, 
Trying  thorough  bass, 

Leading  of  an  evening 
In  his  proper  place. 


Feels  no  painful  shyness 
Of  that  species  boy ! 

Hails  him  as  a  comrade, 
With  a  smile  of  joy ! 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG.  21 

Professor  slowly  wakes  up, 

Sees  the  situation! 
But  his  brief  dream  gives  him 

Feelings  of  elation. 

Immediately  he  limps  off 

To  "  Frogs'  Music  Hall ;  " 
Breathlessly  arrives  there  — 

Stands  before  them  all. 

Hurriedly  proposes 

A  speech  in  place  of  song, 
For  he  has  some  wondrous 

News  to  give  that  throng! 

With  consent  unanimous 

He  at  once  begins  ; 
Tells  them  "  soon  the  boys 

Will  repent  them  of  their  sins  — 

Not  one  single  clod 

At  a  Frog  be  thrown, 
And  a  boy  be  scarcely 

From  an  angel  known !  " 


22  THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

Drawing  rather  heavily 

On  imagination, 
Old  Professor  threw  those  Frogs 

In  mighty  agitation  ! 

Caucuses  were  called, 

And  Delegates  appointed 

To  wait  upon  the  boys  — 
Confirm  this  news  disjointed ! 

Those  Delegates  !  O  never 
Did  one  of  them  come  back ! 

Perhaps  a  few  wet  clods 
Did  drop  upon  their  track ! 


Lieutenant  Frog,  in  venturing 

This  gentle  supposition, 
Looked  firmly  at  the  sky 

In  awful  superstition. 

Possessing  so  much  suavity, 
How  could  he  comprehend 

That  aught  save  clouds  discourteous 
Those  fateful  clods  could  send  ? 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

Eighteen  young  eyes  did  gravely 

Investigate  the  sky ; 
But  not  a  voice  was  raised 

This  charge  to  falsify. 


Lieutenant  Frog  then  hasted 
To  finish  up  his  song, 

And  tender  quite  a  good  gift 
Which  he  had  brought  along. 


THE    CENTENNIAL    FROG. 

Lieutenant  winked  and  blushed  — 
"  Meant  not  to  intrude  ; 

But  would  the  present  company 
Summon  fortitude 

To  appropriate  a  gift, — 

A  wondrous  Thinking  Cap, — 

Sprung  one  hundred  years  ago 
From  old  Professor's  nap  ?  " 

Having  ended  speech  and  song, 
Lieutenant  Frog  withdrew, 

And  the  most  tremendous  cheers 
His  hind  legs  did  pursue. 


MR.  AND   MRS.  WOODPECKER. 


MR.  AND  MRS.   WOODPECKER. 


MR.  WOODPECKER 
was  early  abroad, 
Tapping   old  trees  with  his 

strong  little  bill ; 
Mrs.  Woodpecker,  with  anx- 
ious concern, 

Watched  with  bright  eyes  for 
Woodpecker's  return. 

Never  before  had  he  tarried 

so  long; 
Simple     their    marketing  — 

that  she  well  knew. 
Ruffled,    disturbed,   by    this 

queer  state  of  things, 
Mrs.  Woodpecker  arose  on 

her  wings. 

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28  MR.   AND    MRS.  WOODPECKER. 

Their   favorite   pear-tree    was    white   with   sweet 

blooms; 

Mrs.  W.  detected  the  fragrance  afar. 
Right  in  the  teeth  of  a  scent-ladened  breeze 
She  flew  to  this  tree,  feeling  quite  ill  at  ease. 

Mr.  Woodpecker,  on  a  blossoming  twig, 
Was  revolving  a  subject  disturbing  his  mind; 
A  smart  little  peck  on  the  back  of  his  neck 
Sufficed  to  give  his  meditations  a  check. 

Aroused,  Mr.  Woodpecker  flirted  his  wings, 
And  briefly  explained  to  his  brisk  little  wife 
"  That,  but  for  the  presence  of  a  party  unknown, 
He  should  with   the   breakfast   have    back   again 
flown. 

"The  speed  which  he  daily  was  accustomed  to  use 
In  tapping  this  tree,  he  was  forced  to  suspend; 
The  party  so  narrowly  watching  them  now 
Had  been  swinging  an  hour  upon  that  low  bough." 

Mrs.  Woodpecker  offered  her  fair  self  as  sentinel, 
If  Mr.  Woodpecker  would  then  tap  the  tree ; 


MR.   AND    MRS.   WOODPECKER.  2Q 

But  it  was  not  in  wise  Mr.  Woodpecker's  creed 
With  the  day's  marketing  then  to  proceed. 

"  How  long  is  the  party  unknown  going  to  stay?  " 
Mrs.  Woodpecker    asked,  with    a    swift    sidelong 

glance. 

"  Uncertain.     I  fear  he  has  no  business  habits. 
He    may   be    the    party    who    snared    the   young 

rabbits." 

"  Oh,  indeed  !  "  with  an  uncomplimentary  toss  ; 
"  The  eggs  will  be  chilled,  if  I  do  not  return." 
Back  to  the  hollow,  wherein  was  their  nest, 
Mrs.    Woodpecker    flew,    with    fear    swelling   her 
breast. 

On   Woodpecker's    return,  his    dear   wife   was    in 

tears ; 

Refusing  to  eat,  quite  dejectedly  low. 
Woodpecker  then  solemnly  stood  on  one  foot, 
Her  case  he  reviewed  and  in  many  ways  put. 

He  felt  for  that  day  life  to  him  was  a  riddle  — 
Conundrum  which  he  had  no  power  to  solve. 


3<D  MR.  AND    MRS.   WOODPECKER. 

b 

"Heigh-ho!"  Mr.  Woodpecker  at  length  said  aloud; 
"  My  spirits  will  rise,  although  troubles  crowd. 

"  This  sweet   morning   air   is    so   good    for  one's 

throat, 
And    such   a  fine,  friendly  warmth    in    the   sun's 

manner; 

To  Madame  my  wife,  who  is  in  a  sad  dream, 
I  fear  quite  a  heartless  young  fellow  I  seem." 

Woodpecker's  soliloquy  came  to  an  end ; 
Harsh  and  discordant  sounds  smote  on  their  ears : 
Mrs.  Woodpecker,  in  a  flutter  and  tremble, 
Could  now  no  longer  her  dark  fears  dissemble. 

"  Mr.  Woodpecker,  won't  you  just  give  a  look  ? 
Something  quite  dreadful  is  going  to  happen! 
In    a    much    better    neighborhood    lived   we    last 

year; 
How  can  we  in  this  one  our  sweet  birdies  rear  ?  " 

"The  party  unknown  again,  dear  little  wife, 
With  the  two  who  have  lingered   about  here  for 
days." 


MR.   AND    MRS.  WOODPECKER.  3! 

"  Well !  what  are  they  up  to  ?  "  Mrs.  Woodpecker 

said, 
While  her  poor  mother  heart  grew  as    heavy  as 

lead. 

"  Brewing  a  quarrel  by  the  edge  of  the  brook." 

"  What  about,  Mr.  Woodpecker  ?  can't  you  deter- 
mine? " 

"They  push  so  and  crowd  that  I  hardly  know 
yet- 

The  hat  of  the  party  unknown  is  quite  wet." 

Mrs.  Woodpecker  took  a  slight  peep  now  herself, 
And  uttered  a  low  cry  of  great  consternation. 
"  Mischief  is  meant !  I  see  sticks  and  strings ! 
Whenever  together  I  see  those  two  things, 

"  I  am  morally  certain  some  mischief  is  up ! " 
"  Dear,  we  will  keep  out  of  it,"  Woodpecker  said ; 
But  Mrs.  Woodpecker  hopped  back  to  her  eggs, 
Tasting  a  cup  of  woe  down  to  its  dregs. 

Full  well  she  remembered  one  direful  hour, 
When  Mr.  Grey  Rabbit  a  promenade  took, 


32  MR.   AND    MRS.   WOODPECKER. 

And  on  his  return  he  found  sticks  and  strings, 
But,  alas!  not  his  wife  or  her  babies,  poor  things! 

"  Pray,  don't  borrow  trouble,"  Woodpecker  advised, 
Regretfully  noting  her  disconsolate  air; 
But  Mrs.  Woodpecker  replied  in  a  tone 
Which    sounded    like    nothing    else    but    a    deep 
groan. 

Mighty  the  turbulence  grew  down  below. 
"  A  bit,  if  you  please,"  Mrs.  Woodpecker  moaned, 
"Of  very  soft  down  to  stop  up  my  poor  ears  —  " 
But  just  here  Woodpecker  gave  two  hearty  cheers. 

"  The  party  unknown  is  the  best  of  the  lot," 
He  said,  as  he  plucked  from  his  breast  some  soft 

down. 

Mrs.  Woodpecker's  eyes  opened  quick  as  a  snap, 
Refusing  the  down,  "I  am  glad  to  hear  that." 

She    flew   up   quite  briskly,    gave    a    sharp   little 

glance :  ^ 

"  Ho !  ho !  he   has  smashed    all    the   sticks   and 

the  strings ! 


THREE  TIMES   AND  A  TIGER 


MR.    AND    MRS.  WOODPECKER. 


33 


He  is  not  a  bad  boy,  one  can  plainly  perceive; 
How    came    he    with    bad    boys    I    can    hardly 
conceive." 

"  That  sometimes  does  happen,"  Woodpecker  ob- 

served 

With  a  grave  air;  "but  the  party  unknown 
Is  making  off  now  quite  away  from  this  set, 
And  really  may  be  in  time  for  his  school  yet." 


"  I  think  he  deserves  some  sort  of  salute ; 
Let  us  cheer  him,  Woodpecker  —  three  times  and 
a  tiger." 


34  MR.   AND    MRS.  WOODPECKER. 

The  Woodpeckers  cheered  with  might  and  with 

main, 

Until  Mrs.  W.  exhausted  became, 
And  once  more  resettled  herself  on  her  nest, 
With   peace  in   her   household  and   calm    in   her 

breast. 


OTHER   STORIES   IN  VERSE. 


35 


MARGIE  AND  HER   FLOWERS. 


MARGIE'S  FLOWERS. 


TTTINSOME  maiden  Margie; 
V  V     Bluebells  sway  beside  her, 
Chiming  to  the  Fairies, 
"  Change  her  to  a  flower 
Through  your  magic  power." 

Fairies  smile  and  listen  ; 

Red  Rose  whispers  shyly, 
With  enchanting  blushes, 
And  most  graceful  pose, 
"  Change  her  to  a  Rose." 

Slender  Sweet-pea  climbing 

Up  a  trellis  gayly, 
Twines  a  tender  tendril 
4  37 


38  MARGIE'S  FLOWERS. 

With  bewitching  ease  — 

"  May  we  have  her,  please  ?  " 

Mignonnette  low  spreading  — 

Sweet  her  wandering  breath  - 
Asks  with  mock  demureness  — 
Coaxing,  dear  coquette — 
"  Make  her  Mignonnette." 

Moss  Rose  faintly  flushing 

In  her  odorous  nest, 
Captivates  a  Fairy; 
Entreats  with  charming  mien, 
"Let  her  be  our  Queen." 

Violets  close  gathered 
In  shy,  purple  state, 
Waft  in  sweet,  rare  incense  — 
Supplicating  prayer  — 
"  Give  her  to  our  care." 

Lilies  in  rich  chorus, 

Standing  tall  and  fair, 
Shining  in  white  splendor, 
Sing,  "  This  little  girl 
Is  a  priceless  Pearl." 


CO  USINS. 


FRAGILE  little  fairy, 
White  as  winter's  snow, 
Graceful  and  so  "airy," 
Born  three  years  ago. 

TOMMY. 
Sturdy  little  Scotchman, 

Hardy,  stout,  and  square, 
Thinks  that  he  is  really 

Quite  a  big  affair. 


GRACE. 


Petted,  pretty  flower, 
Laughing  out  in  glee, 

Soon  a  pearly  shower 
From  her  eyes  you  see. 


39 


4O  COUSINS. 

TOMMY. 

Coolest  little  fellow, 

Dares  you  with  a  wink  ; 

Cares  so  very  slightly 

For  aught  that  you  may  think. 

GRACE. 

Trudging  with  unsteady  feet 
Down  the  narrow  lane ; 

Ready  every  one  to  greet, 
And  a  smile  obtain. 

TOMMY. 

Looking  toward  the  horses, 
Will  not  take  your  hand  ; 

Takes  his  time,  and  never  minds 
Any  reprimand. 

GRACE. 

Nestles  to  your  loving  arms, 
Smiles  up  in  your  face; 

Wondrous  rich  in  baby  charms 
Is  this  tender  Grace. 


COUSINS.  41 

TOMMY. 

Looks  with  loftiest  disdain 

At  one's  gentle  wiles ; 
Quite  a  waste,  as  you  will  find, 

Of  the  sweetest  smiles. 


Stretches  up  her  dimpled  hands 
To  caress  your  cheeks, 

Pleading  with  blue,  gentle  eyes 
For  the  love  she  seeks. 

TOMMY. 

Stretches  out  a  little  fist 

In  a  mimic  fight, 
Leaving  loving  adversary 

In  a  doubtful  plight. 


A   SECRET. 


ONLY  the  golden  sun, 
Rich  tropical  roses  ablow, 
Flame-throated  Nbirds  and  silvery  waves, 
A  charming  secret  know. 

They  whispered  it  close  in  my  ear; 

I  promised  not  to  tell! 
The  secret  is  safe  as  a  stone 

Dropped  deep  down  in  a  well. 

You  would  love  her  sweet  blue  eyes, 
The  sheen  of  her  soft  brown  hair ; 

And  an  innocent  way  she  has, 
None  but  angels  can  compare. 

The  birds,  the  waves,  and  the  roses, 

The  sun  up  in  the  sky, 
Love  dearly  this  lovely  Eunice : 

So  why  not  you  and  I  ? 


OUR  "BABY  GREYr 


OUR  Baby  Grey  is  a  wonderful  child, 
So  brown  and  fat,  so  wise  and  wild; 
Oh,  how  can  I  tell  you  half  that  he  is*— 
Of  the  beauty  and  grace  of  his  dear  little  phiz  ? 
Pie  is  grave  as  a  judge,  and  a  naughty  sprite, 
Not  a  doubtful  blessing,  but  one  outright. 
He  can  twist  us  all  with  a  look  of  his  eye ; 
Can  make  us  do  everything  but  sigh. 
Propound  a  query,  which  to  know 
Straight  to  the  angels  one  must  go. 
Ah,  Baby  Grey!  in  the  future  years, 
In  times  of  calm  or  times  of  tears, 
Keep  pure  thy  heart's  unstained  snow; 
Hold  fast  thy  childhood's  trust,  and  know 
That  talents  two,  or  five,  or  ten, 
Must  soon  be  rendered   up  again 
Into  the  Lord's  deep  treasury, 
Receiving  His  own  with  usury. 

43 


GONE. 


T   ITTLE  Mamie,  fresh  and  fair, 
LJ  Laughing  eyes  and  curly  hair, 
How  I  loved  you,  darling,  sweet, 
And  the  patter  of  your  feet 
Through  the  entry  up  the  stairs, 
Bringing  smiles,  beguiling  cares. 


GONE.  45 

Ever  ready  for  some  play, 
From  the  dawn  till  close  of  day; 
Lovely,  beaming,  childish  face 
Shining  with  a  nameless  grace. 

Little  Mamie,  cold  and  pale, 
Shadowed  with  the  mystic  veil; 
On  her  brow  and  lip  and  hand 
The  signet  of  the  Better  Land. 
Who  would  wake  the  pulse's  beat  — 
Call  the  life  to  those  still  feet? 
Know  ye  not  those  curls  at  rest 
Are  pillowed  on  an  angel's  breast? 
That  the  still  and  marble  face 
Is  shining  with  a  fadeless  grace? 

So  we  reason ;  thus  we  speak ; 
But  we  cannot  dry  our  cheek. 
We  shall  miss  her  till  the  day 
God  doth  wipe  all  tears  away. 


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